It’s easy to drift, swept away,
By practice’s pull, day by day.
It’s easy to lose sight, forget,
Habit’s rhythm, a quiet threat.
Yet life within, a guiding flame,
Steers us forward, beyond the same.
Do not bow to habit’s call,
Or let blind practice rule it all.
Be present, awake, and truly see,
Each moment holds eternity.
This teaching whispers, calm yet rife:
To be is the master of life.
The Master moves without a plan,
No goal to seek, no guided hand.
He flows along, just like the tide,
Content to simply take the ride.
Yet nothing’s left undone, you see,
No hopes to chase, no “ought to be.”
No residue of past regret,
No future binds, no loss to fret.
The spirit’s lost, yet always near,
It’s found in moments soft and clear.
In depths, the surface fades away,
As flowers bloom and fruits decay.
He treasures both, in calm embrace,
At peace with time, in perfect grace.
All streams to the sea do flow,
For it humbly lies below.
In its depths, its power lies,
Drawing strength from humble ties.
To govern, you must stoop low,
Let the people’s voices grow.
To lead, you must learn to trail,
Follow first, and you won’t fail.
Master stands above the rest,
None feel burdened, none oppressed.
She strides forth, yet all feel free,
Guided by her subtle plea.
Grateful hearts the world bestows,
For with none she ever rows.
In her grace, none can compare,
Humble strength beyond compare.
